Monday, July 17, 2023
A haiku of excellence!
We only netted one haiku last week, by Jill Scoggins, but it was excellent:
As a child, I roamed
woods with no fear. Now, the trees
are dark and threat’ning.
Exactly when did
I grow scared? Were forests safe
then but fright’ning now?
Living life robs you,
takes away fearlessness. Woods
are still woods. I changed.
